Five years ago, I swiped right. I didn’t know I was meeting the father of my children. I didn’t know we’d be pregnant just months later, but God’s plan is always greater than ours. And somehow, love found its way in early. Quietly. Fiercely. And it stayed. We became parents before we became anything else. We learned how to hold babies while learning how to hold each other. We’ve fought, grown, stretched, and softened. We’ve built a home that’s loud, messy, and full— with two toddlers, three dogs, and moments that bring us to our knees in both gratitude and exhaustion. No one would’ve drawn it up this way. But it’s ours. And I wouldn’t go back and rewrite a single line.